Slashers x Reader

Jason Voorhees- Smut part One?

Why did you come along on this god awful trip, family bonding, is what your step dad had said. You really didn't want to spend three long weeks at a lake house with your family. You personally weren't a fan of them, your little sister annoyed the absolute shit out of you, your older sister constantly reminded you that you were apparently a psychotic freak just because you loved horror movies, drew pretty gory things and were fine with the sight of blood. Your mom hardly payed attention to you and your step dad just tried to mold you into the perfect daughter, good grades, perfect hair, perfect everything, ect. That also annoyed you greatly.

Before you left the comfort of your room, you had decided to do a tad bit of research on the lake you were going to, Crystal lake. You stumbled upon a blog that had some stuff about a so called legend at this lake, Jason Voorhees. He was supposedly a young boy who drowned in the lake, his mother swore vengeance on the people who were supposed to be supervising him and murdered them or something, his mother was then killed and Jason came back. 

Apparently a large string of murders had happened, but the police had tried their best to cover it up, make it so it was a story you told to scare kids around the campfire. This intrigued you very much, so called legend? Well you were going to do your dandiest to see if Jason was real, the only real thing you were looking forward to doing on this trip.

The car ride legit sucked ass, it was terrible. For the first hour you had to deal with your little sister kicking the back of your seat, then getting yelled at for threatening to drowned her if she didn't stop. When the car stopped for gas, you went into the station and grabbed yourself some stuff, a few bags of your favorite chips, chocolate bars and some drinks, getting a slushy for along the way as well, anyone tried to eat your stuff, 99% chance of them getting shanked.

Being the first back to the car, had its perks, you got the back seat, ah sweet sweet somewhat privacy. Soon everyone was back in and you were on your way again. You gave a long sigh as you leaned back and took a sip of your slush before putting in your headphones and closing your eyes. The music slowly drifted you off to sleep.

A large bump awoke you, seeing as you had slammed your head on the side of the door, you were arriving. The house looked some what older, but not overly old, it was clear that it had been renovated. As soon as the car was parked, everyone went their own ways to get settled. You grabbed your bags and took them into the house, going up the stares to chose a room for yourself. You found one that was a good size, large closet and a lovely window with an amazing view.

Once you were settled in, you wandered down stairs and out through the back porch, making your way down the dock. The lake was beautiful and so peaceful, you removed your shoes and hung your legs off the side of the dock. As you sat there, you had the oddest feeling that someone was watching you. Slowly, you looked up from the lake, scanning the treeline, turning around slightly, movement in the corner of your eye turned your attention to what looked like a old path that nobody had used in a while.

You scanned that area once again, catching a glimpse of what looked like a mask, a white mask. Standing from where you sat after getting your shoes on, you made your way over towards the old path, but before you could get anywhere close, you were called back to the house for supper. Oh well, you'd have to go later tonight.

Underwhelming was your dinner, to say the least. It was just microwave dinners and some chips and pop. Everyone had dispersed to their rooms, doing whatever, you could care less honestly, you were more interested in what you had seen earlier, the old path. You slipped on some shoes and a jacket, kinda warm, I mean it couldn't be that cold out, right? Hahah wrong. The air hit you like a train, it was a lot colder then you had thought, which sucked because you were far too lazy to go back in and get a warmer coat.